Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... Phil . Your faithful fubject , 1 , a gentleman Born in Northamptonshire , and eldest fon , As I fuppofe , to Robert Faulconbridge , A foldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Cœur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John . What art ...
... Phil . Your faithful fubject , 1 , a gentleman Born in Northamptonshire , and eldest fon , As I fuppofe , to Robert Faulconbridge , A foldier , by the honour - giving hand Of Cœur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John . What art ...
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... Phil . Because he hath a half - face like my father , With that half - face would he have all my land ? A half - fac'd groat , five hundred pound a - year ! Rob . My gracious Liege , when that my father liv'd , Your brother did employ ...
... Phil . Because he hath a half - face like my father , With that half - face would he have all my land ? A half - fac'd groat , five hundred pound a - year ! Rob . My gracious Liege , when that my father liv'd , Your brother did employ ...
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... Phil . Of no more force to difpoffels me , Sir , Than was his will to get me , as I think . Eli . Whether hadft thou rather be a Faulconbridge , And , like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed fon of Cœur - de - lion , Lord ...
... Phil . Of no more force to difpoffels me , Sir , Than was his will to get me , as I think . Eli . Whether hadft thou rather be a Faulconbridge , And , like thy brother , to enjoy thy land ; Or the reputed fon of Cœur - de - lion , Lord ...
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... Phil . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance ;; Your face hath got five hundred pound a - year ,, Yet ... Phil . Our country - manners give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Phil . Philip , my Liege , fo is my ...
... Phil . Brother , take you my land , I'll take my chance ;; Your face hath got five hundred pound a - year ,, Yet ... Phil . Our country - manners give our betters way . K. John . What is thy name ? Phil . Philip , my Liege , fo is my ...
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... Phil . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good : Philip , Phil . Philip ! fpare me , James ; There's toys abroad ; anon I'll tell thee more . [ Exit James Madam , I was not old Sir Robert's fon ; Sir ...
... Phil . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good : Philip , Phil . Philip ! fpare me , James ; There's toys abroad ; anon I'll tell thee more . [ Exit James Madam , I was not old Sir Robert's fon ; Sir ...
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